Today as I came home from work my mom called me and told me that she wanted me to come to my lil bro's T-ball game. So that she could go back and forth between his game and my lil sister's. HAHAHAHAHA!!! She only wants me to go so that she can be in two places at once. Not because she sincerely wanted me to see my brother's game... I'm pissed off.
Yesterday while I was at my Friend's house, my lil sister thought that it would be awesome to get into my make-up. She took my favorite lipstick (worth $8.00) and trashed it. She wrote on the bathroom mirror and got it all over the towels "trying" to hide the evidence. I come home around 10:00 p.m. and I walk into the bathroom and find the remains of my dismembered lipstick. I appeal to my parents for justice. They were watching a TV program about JFK. They told me that they would take care of it in the morning... I demanded that she pay for a new one. They told me to go to hell and shut up cause they wanted to watch. As I walked out, angered much, my mom says "Well you should have put it in a better place!" My little sister is 8. She's old enough to know that you don't mess with things that don't belong to you. It wasn't my fault. I wasn't the one who was supposed to watch her! "This isn't my fault, and I won't let you blame it on me." Was the last thing that I said before I was grounded for a week for back-talking. Bloody hell! Then they wonder why in the Hell I don't want to help them. So funny right?
 Icaruspunk · Sat May 13, 2006 @ 01:37am · 0 Comments |
